This was a lemon cake I made courtesy of Martha Stewart for Easter dinner. Unfortunately, in the process of making a lemon syrup, the acid corroded my wire whisk. I then used the metal whisk in my lemon curd, which not only further corroded the whisk, it also left a very very very strong metallic taste in the curd! When did I discoer all this? Only once the curd was mostly thickened. So what did I do, throw it away and start from scratch? Of course not! I just used it anyway and hoped that the lemony taste of the cake would mask the iron-y taste of the curd. Was it successful? Well, I wouldn't really serve this to anyone else, but it is quite satisfying.
I don't get too gushy online about how wonderful Hubii is. But I thought that he deserved this one. I was having a hectic/ tough week at school so Hubii made me a delicious dinner of Mushroom Stroganoff. He also did something else super nice, and I said I would gush about it on facebook... but I forgot. I am truly fail at gushy facebook wife.
Smile Chef Hubii
This is just a cute supper I thought I would share. As close to breakfast for dinner that Hubii will agree to.Say Happy 33rd birthday Hubii. Enjoy your cake. Unfortunately, it was from a box. This is what grad school does to you: It robs your soul.
It also pays for fun presents (really it does, at least untill I lose my 3.5 GPA)
So, at uni they stick all the grad students who don't have research profs (and some who do) into this one nasty dusty room. I thought I would try to brighten mine desk up a little with this cute mug that an old coworker made and that potted plant. Unfortunately, the mug was brought to its untimely end by an errant cricket ball. No I am not back in India but I am surrounded by Indian Grad students (whoda thunk it?) Some grad students were throwing around the ball and it strayed too close to my desk. Also, spring break was not kind on my plant. It's still alive, but probably on its last legs, roots, something.
When we went to Michigan we, we visited Hubii's Aunt MaryAnne. She gave us some paper lilies that did pretty well. They smelled quite strong though. Good thing that I like it, mostly.
So Pretty: they sparkle. If you click on the photo you will see it.
This is Hubii across the table from me at the Swanky restaurant that we went to for our 3rd anniversary dinner. I remember I got seared duck and... seared duck is pretty raw. I like to think of myself as a wordly foodie, so I chewed my way through a fair bit of it before my jaw and tongue begged for mercy. It was like eating a whole chunk of sashimi without soy sauce or wasabi and with the toughness of raw chicken. Anyways, we had them cook it a little more and it was delicious.
Here we are in front of a pendulum clock from the when Union Station was really a train station.This is Winnie the poo. "What?" you say. Well this was a food bank event they had at the Union Station. It was a canned/ packaged foods scultpure contest.
This is a six pack. Very meta.
This is a Christmas pic that didn't make it into christmas photos. These cakes were baked by an elder at our church. He is one of the younger elders I think, maybe in his thirties. But he definitely doesn't look like a cake baker. He is bald and big and with a burly beard, he looks more like a hells angel in a suit. But these cakes tasted better than they looked.The funny thing is, we asked him how we should cut the tree cake and he got confused. He said that he usually just drops them off and leaves. But they were delicious.
